The Bachelorette 1: Public Indecency

Charlotte’s got that just-before-the-wedding glow and her bachelorette is roaring—bottles drained, room loud, tits and smiles everywhere. Blonde bride-to-be Charlotte Stokely and her tight little best friend Kira Noir are giggling when Kira rolls in the evening’s treat: Jade Baker, brown-haired, barely-dressed, body stacked like she’s begging to be ogled. Somebody screwed up at the agency and sent a girl instead of a dude, but Jade shrugs it off—if they paid, she’ll dance. Soon the whole crew’s whooping while Jade spins on the pole, every swing making those big natural tits bounce. They egg Charlotte on until she finally caves and sits for a lap dance, cheeks pink, hands trembling. Jade takes those hands and plants them right on her soft chest, telling her to touch wherever she wants. Charlotte starts slow, squeezing, gasping, then gets brave—face buried in warm cleavage, tongue flicking stiff nipples while the crowd loses it. Jade flips around, grinding her ass back into Charlotte’s lap, and the blonde’s fingers slide lower, stroking between the dancer’s thighs until Jade shudders, bites her lip, and comes hard. Jade isn’t done; she peels Charlotte bare and drops between her legs, licking that pink, wet pussy with hungry strokes. Charlotte’s moaning, hips jerking, completely gone, while her maid of honor grins from the side—phone up, red light on, catching every second.